Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.